Nature gives you the face you have at twenty. Life shapes the face you have at thirty. But at fifty you get the face you deserve.
I consider lace to be one of the prettiest imitations ever made of the fantasy of nature; lace always evokes for me those incomparable designs which the branches and leaves of trees embroider across the sky, and I do not think that any invention of the human spirit could have a more graceful or precise origin.
Some of the greatest poetry is revealing to the reader the beauty in something that was so simple you had taken it for granted.
Fans always tell me I'm beautiful, but no one will ever be as beautiful as them.
I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.
Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.
If you can approach the world's complexities, both its glories and its horrors, with an attitude of humble curiosity, acknowledging that however deeply you have seen, you have only scratched the surface, you will find worlds within worlds, beauties you could not heretofore imagine, and your own mundane preoccupations will shrink to proper size, not all that important in the greater scheme of things.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.